The blood in Asheng's neck cavity was like a fountain, spurting several feet high!

"Ah!" Mr. Miao roared, shaking the old locust tree with leaves falling leaves and thrust. Although he was old, he was also majestic and heroic. He ignored the splattered blood on his face. He touched his big hand and pulled out a soft sword. On the shaking wrist, a "buzzing" sound was like a poisonous snake leaping straight into An Wufeng's throat.

An Wufeng's neck moved slightly, and the cold sword blade almost rubbed against the flesh on his neck, which seemed extremely thrilling, but everything was under his control. He raised his hand again, leaned forward, and grabbed the wrist of Mr. Miao, who was holding the sword.

In the opinion of Mr. Miao, he still has enough support in his hands. Even if he cannot cut off the other party's neck, he will have enough time to avoid the other party's grasping hand. However, in fact, this is not the case.

He suddenly felt that as the other party's palm approached, a strange force shackled his hand, as if the place where his hand was not air, but trapped in a space solidified like steel, unable to move at all. He even suddenly felt that even his body had lost its freedom!

He was shocked!

At this moment, he finally realized why his son could dodge or resist just now, but he was obediently sitting and was slapped with his neck. That was because his body was shackled by some kind of power!

"Click!"

An Wufeng grabbed Mr. Meng's hand holding the sword. He vomited his strength and his whole wrist was crushed into a shattered fracture. The soft sword fell to the ground with a tingling sound.

Mr. Miao's forehead was sweating coldly, and his teeth were grinning in pain. His old face was almost piled up. However, the hard Mr. Miao did not scream. Instead, he looked at An Wufeng coldly with a gloating look. There was a hint of pity in his eyes and said gloomy: "Xuanli, this is Xuanli, hahahahahaha..."

An Wufeng let go of his hand, but did not take it back. He looked at Mr. Miao's neck and said coldly: "So what if it is Xuanli? I don't have anything to be happy with."

Mr. Miao sneered and said, "Of course you don't know that it's because your youth covers up your ignorance. I think you should be the legendary "Brother Sandro" or "Crazy Slayer". It's amazing, I am known as the number one martial arts world in the world. You are his son. As expected, it's not his reputation. But your father didn't tell you that Xuanli cannot be practiced casually?"

An Wufeng said: "I just practiced, so what?"

Mr. Miao said, "Hehe, how? Do you think that all the sects and sects in the world are jealous of your achievements and find excuses to make trouble for yourself?"

An Wufeng said: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not," said Mr. Miao, "You can question many so-called heroes who sell dog meat under the guise of sheep and do selfish things, including me, but they cannot be generalized. They do have many true knights who are kind-hearted and uphold justice."

At this moment, An Wufeng's mind saw the scenes of the Lotus Village ten years ago, floating one by one, Grandma Liu who protected him to death with one word, Wudang Yuguan Taoist Master, who was deposed in martial arts, Shaolin Santong, Zhuge Changmen, who inspired conscience, Han Xuedong from Hongyu Tower, etc....

Perhaps, some of them have more or less selfish intentions, but in the face of righteousness, they have successively chosen the path they think they will not regret.

An Wufeng said in a deep voice: "What do you mean is that the cultivation of Xuanli really affects people's mind?"

Mr. Miao said, "Hehe, this is something that martial arts masters have summarized for thousands of years. Isn't it a joke? You wait and see. When your mysterious power is perfect, you will feel something, such as if you are angry for no reason, or you often feel extremely sad, as if people all over the world owe you, and you want to destroy this world. At the beginning, you will be better at restraining it, but when your skills become deeper, it becomes more difficult for you to control, and you will eventually turn your mental ideas into facts, hehe."

An Wufeng stared at him and said, "Why did you tell me this? Do you want to achieve your revenge by stimulating me?"

Mr. Miao said, "You finally said it right. I just want to take revenge, so that you know your state, but you are helpless and waiting to be swallowed by fate step by step."

An Wufeng said: "Aren't you worried that I will stop practicing this martial art?"

Mr. Miao sneered and said, "Stop? The terror of the mysterious power is believed to be an irresistible temptation in the eyes of any martial arts man. Just like, a person who is addicted to alcohol has a pot of fine wine in front of him. Can you teach him to resist drinking?"

An Wufeng sighed and said, "No."

Mr. Miao said, "So, don't think too much, wait for your fate to come, and accept your fate."

An Wufeng nodded slightly and said, "Okay, I accept my fate. Lao Miao, I will give you a trip, and you will accept your fate."

Mr. Miao closed his mouth, a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, and he had his menopause.

He knew that in the face of the terrifying Xuanli, he had no chance to resist. He was as strong as him and would rather die than surrender. As expected, he would not lose his reputation as a hero.

An Wufeng sighed a long sigh and turned toward the door.

As soon as he reached the door, a long neigh was heard. A snow-white horse ran to the front door. It was obviously stopped by the owner of the horse. His front feet were almost rubbed against An Wufeng's nose and raised them up. The man stood up.

The man on the horse was obviously a good rider. He turned his wrist and turned his direction aside, putting the horse's hooves safely beside An Wufeng's side.

Originally, the horse rushed too quickly and almost hit everyone. The rider was wrong. However, the rider completely forgot this. His eyebrows were raised, his beautiful eyes widened, and he stretched out a jade hand that looked like tender green onions, pointing to An Wufeng angrily: "Where are you taking your eyes? If you don't, go home and bring them again!"

An Wufeng raised his eyes slightly. The rider was a girl in blue shirt born with a watery spirit. Without saying a word, she walked over to the horse.

"You," the girl in blue shirt was slightly stunned, as if she could not understand how her dignified Miss Miao family would fall into a day when she was unattended at the door of her house!

She turned her head and looked at An Wufeng's back as she gradually left. She seemed to have thought of something, turned over and dismounted and rushed into the house. Not long after, a girl's neighing scream came from the room, then rushed out, stepped onto the white horse, turned her head, and chased in An Wufeng's direction.

However, the cold wind and the moon are cold, and the long street is lonely, so where is there a figure without wind?

Stopped on the cold street, the north wind blew by, and tears in the girl's eyes fell, wetting her clothes, and biting her silver teeth hard, as if she gave herself a promise: "Although I, Miao Sufen, don't know who you are, I only need an inch of anger, and will always pull you out and tear you into pieces!"

At this moment, hatred blinded her wisdom. Her martial arts are as good as her father Miao Sheng, and her grandfather Miao, who are all dead at the hands of others. Why should she take revenge? Is it just courage and anger?

What she didn't expect was that just now, she had already walked in the gate of hell. It was not because of the common black and white, she was young and beautiful, but Yifei was a woman, An Wufeng was merciful and could not do anything. Instead, when An Wufeng felt murderous intent in his heart, he thought it was a resentful reaction of Xuanli's backlash. He was always unwilling to admit defeat, and was aroused by the sense of resistance and forcibly suppressing the murderous intent. Therefore, her life and death were only between An Wufeng's thoughts. I have to say that her luck was really good!
Chapter completed!